Hi Aspin,
We went to our Remembrance Ceremony this morning. Oh with his medal, he is a also a member of the British Legion. I took my small grandaughters too. I didn't think to take a camera though, they were so very good all though the service, then we came back to watch what was left of the parade in TV.
Very sad memories, for everyone all those lovely young men robbed of their youth.
I was sent this last Thursday, I thought that it was rather good.
The Final Inspection
The soldier stood to face his God, which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining, just as brightly as his brass.
Step forward now, you soldier, how shall I deal with you ?
Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?'
The soldier squared his shoulders, he said, 'No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Those of us who carry guns, can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays, at times my talk was tough.
I have been too violent Lord, the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny piece, that wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime, when the bills got just too steep.
I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear.
Sometimes, God, forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place, among the people here.
They never wanted me around, except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord, it needn't be too grand.
I never expect, nor had too much, so if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne, where the saints did often tread.
The soldier waited patiently, for the judgment of his God.
'Step forward now, young soldier, you've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets. You have done your time in Hell.'
Author Unknown~
